Timothy was surprised when Aster kissed him, as he would be every time the Hufflepuff did until he grew used to being with someone who liked this kind of gentle, intimate affection. He matched Aster's grin because he was absolutely going to do so and then Aster was kissing him again, slow so that he almost forgot what they had been talking about. He punctuated Aster's agreement with a quick peck on the mouth and then reached out with all limbs, arms, legs and tail alike, to curl against Aster with a giant cat-like yawn. "Mm, you're warm." he said, which was apparently all the agreement he needed to give. He was already drowsy, his cat-ness ready for a nap almost any time of the day; he couldn't seem to slip off to sleep though, too distracted by the smell of Aster's jumper and the sound of his breathing and the feel of his heart beating under Timothy's ear.